Social media is fuckin' weird, man...
... just fuckin' weird.
This evening, I went to meet my wonderful, brilliant, sexy, incredible boyfriend of about 9 1/2 months now at Dashi Noodle Bar on State St. When I got there--a little late; I was blocked in at my apartment by some college girls just dropping off their friend and who saw me and politely acknowledged that but just HAD to talk a few minutes more--he let me know the place had grown crowded and maybe we'd better try elsewhere.
Just after we ordered at "elsewhere," I saw the one before me, as he referred to her when his mother mistakenly brought up a(superduperlame)n activity they partook in together, thinking she was me, and as i referred to her as soon as i recognized her and got told i was being mean, somehow, walk in, with some dude, some gross dude, but still. My fairly-recent boyfriend's just-prior-to-me ex was seated about eighteen inches behind him--us--in a restaurant. And I was not entirely comfortable with that.
She's shorter (even shorter) than me, and thicker, and younger and knocked-up and with a super-lame-looking dude when she could have had the most awesome man just about ever but chose not to, because she sucks. (I've tried to drive this point home, because I am insecure and awful. I don't mean to be. I don't want to be. But I am.)
First of all, fuck you, social media, that I should even have to know who this bitch is, some dumb meaningless broad my boyfriend banged for a few weeks before meeting me (and realizing what was up. that i rule) but who retains Facebook Friend status and who is young and dumb and whatever enough to post pictures of her squinched-up little face on Public, that I should recognize this dumb bitch in a restaurant at all, let alone before the homeless-at-the-time not-a-moron-now dude who had the poor taste to fuck her and now regularly dine across the table from me (or on the same side as; we're hip and in love) should see her and be decent enough to warn me, which I like to think he would be.
Though he did not handle this situation precisely as I would have preferred. I realize I edge towards "unreasonable" there. And years with my dirtbag ex-husband conditioned me to believe that just about any demand was unreasonable (and/or silly and to be condescended to), which maybe means they're not unreasonable, which means it's not unreasonable to assume that they are reasonable... (truly, i have a dizzying intellect...)... Anyway. I tried to make myself clear, make my silly, unreasonable needs clear, but I seem to have failed there.
And so i got a bit emotional, and maybe acted a bit of a fool in front of some little bitch who truly does not matter (and my wonderful boyfriend, who apparently doesn't mind), but... I own that? I wish I didn't?
This evening, I went to meet my wonderful, brilliant, sexy, incredible boyfriend of about 9 1/2 months now at Dashi Noodle Bar on State St. When I got there--a little late; I was blocked in at my apartment by some college girls just dropping off their friend and who saw me and politely acknowledged that but just HAD to talk a few minutes more--he let me know the place had grown crowded and maybe we'd better try elsewhere.
Just after we ordered at "elsewhere," I saw the one before me, as he referred to her when his mother mistakenly brought up a(superduperlame)n activity they partook in together, thinking she was me, and as i referred to her as soon as i recognized her and got told i was being mean, somehow, walk in, with some dude, some gross dude, but still. My fairly-recent boyfriend's just-prior-to-me ex was seated about eighteen inches behind him--us--in a restaurant. And I was not entirely comfortable with that.
She's shorter (even shorter) than me, and thicker, and younger and knocked-up and with a super-lame-looking dude when she could have had the most awesome man just about ever but chose not to, because she sucks. (I've tried to drive this point home, because I am insecure and awful. I don't mean to be. I don't want to be. But I am.)
First of all, fuck you, social media, that I should even have to know who this bitch is, some dumb meaningless broad my boyfriend banged for a few weeks before meeting me (and realizing what was up. that i rule) but who retains Facebook Friend status and who is young and dumb and whatever enough to post pictures of her squinched-up little face on Public, that I should recognize this dumb bitch in a restaurant at all, let alone before the homeless-at-the-time not-a-moron-now dude who had the poor taste to fuck her and now regularly dine across the table from me (or on the same side as; we're hip and in love) should see her and be decent enough to warn me, which I like to think he would be.
Though he did not handle this situation precisely as I would have preferred. I realize I edge towards "unreasonable" there. And years with my dirtbag ex-husband conditioned me to believe that just about any demand was unreasonable (and/or silly and to be condescended to), which maybe means they're not unreasonable, which means it's not unreasonable to assume that they are reasonable... (truly, i have a dizzying intellect...)... Anyway. I tried to make myself clear, make my silly, unreasonable needs clear, but I seem to have failed there.
And so i got a bit emotional, and maybe acted a bit of a fool in front of some little bitch who truly does not matter (and my wonderful boyfriend, who apparently doesn't mind), but... I own that? I wish I didn't?